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[center][i][color=8A3DFF]there's a cut in the shape of an x on my throat that never stops bleeding[/color][/i][/center]
Emma's week after her encounter with Miranda proved uneventful. She'd succeeded in snagging Marcus for a couple more lunch dates, but besides that she'd mostly kept to herself, attending classes and lazing around in Suite 318. As for her roommates, well... the days past by in almost complete silence save for the sounds of movement and Emma's occasional chipper interjections. Lawrence and Hazel weren't particularly talkative, it seemed. All the time spent with the 430 trio made her a little jealous... while she still barely knew Lawrence and Hazel they had seemed to be getting closer and closer every day.

[i][color=8A3DFF]And Marcus is always parading around with a pair of girls.[/color][/i]

Emma pushed the thought away. [i][color=f7976a]Jealousy is an ugly trait, Em.[/color][/i] An old half whispered piece of 'advice'. As for Monday morning, well, Emma was thankful for cancelled classes- she enjoyed going, but she also relished the opportunity for extra rest. It seemed that sleeping had gotten harder and harder as the days past, and her time spent in bed was getting shorter and shorter. 

At least she was thankful until the guards came to get her. She gave her roommates a slight frown as they were escorted away, not even given time to get dressed- Emma was left in the clothes she had slept in, a pair of gym shorts and a plain blue hoodie. An odd combination, but one that Emma found comfortable. Of course it wasn't particularly suited for the weather- thankfully the guards had umbrellas, a small kindness in a world where there was little of that to be found. Truthfully Emma enjoyed rainy weather, but maybe not the torrential downpour that graced them today. But Emma wasn't concerned about the weather. As they were escorted towards the administrative building there was only one thought on Emma's mind:

[i][color=8A3DFF]I don't want to fight. I don't want anyone to die.[/color][/i]

Of course she knew that she wouldn't get her wish. She was unsurprised to find that it wasn't just Suite 318 that had been called in, but her entire group of classmates. She scanned the small crowd, taking a moment to find Marcus's eyes and cast him a worried glance. She had a distinctly bad feeling about this, one that only grew when she saw what they were up against on the monitor. It had been bigger than Menagerie's monsters and was had already seemed to have almost completely demolished a small town. Emma wondered if they were ready for this... she decided that they weren't. The words flew by. 

[color=8A3DFF][i]Category Three. Significant threat. Subnatural. Human target. I wonder who's going to die this time.[/i][/color]

Emma listened to the briefing. She was on a team meant to thin out the smaller constructs. Take the focus away from the other groups. Her teammates were Siena, Grant, Hazel, and Angélique. She looked at those on her team as their names were announced. She knew Siena. She liked Siena. Hazel was her roommate. Emma... didn't know if she could trust her. Grant and Angelique were strangers. No, wait, Grant wasn't a stranger, they had met briefly in the first battle. And Angelique was... no, Emma definitely knew her. Angélique Lachance. She was... yeah, there wasn't a doubt, she was a famous musician. Val had been a fan of hers. Guess fame didn't make you immune to being a subnatural. Either way they were going to be her teammates, and she was going to make sure they didn't die. She didn't want anyone to die.

The rest of the briefing was quick. She didn't want it to be. The more time they spent away from battle the better, Emma thought. At the end of it they were herded into the dining hall, to eat and pass the time before they were taken to their potential graves. Emma clutched the umbrella she had been given tight. She didn't waste any time in finding Marcus. She... well, she didn't want to care about him as much as she did, but she did all the same. She had an anxious look on her face as she approached him, [color=8A3DFF]"Marcus... I..."[/color] they had seven hour, but she still was worried that this would be the last time she would she him. [color=8A3DFF][i]I don't want you to die? I love you?[/i][/color] For some reason the thoughts were bitter in her mind. Those weren't the words that would come out of her mouth. [color=8A3DFF]"Do you think we're ready for this?"[/color]

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